"You like bellflowers?"

Shen Beitang really likes the meaning of the bellflower: unchanging love, only for you.

Gu Zhun coldly looked at the somewhat deformed carvings on the door, some parts of which had become blurred due to prolonged handling.

"Nothing lasts forever, let alone human love, which is ridiculous."

He originally thought that he was different from Shen Beitang.

But today I saw her easily extend the same care to another person.

At school, he tried his best to restrain himself from killing that Su family brat.

He wanted to grab Shen Beitang by the neck and ask her, "Why is your kindness so cheap?"

Now, watching their long-awaited prey, they slowly walk into their den.

Gu Zhun greedily wanted more. Should he break Shen Beitang's arms and legs? Since it was his, he wanted to enjoy it all to himself.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?"

The room was dark, and the floor-to-ceiling windows were covered with thick velvet curtains.

But he could clearly see Shen Beitang's every expression and every movement...

She was so dazzling in my eyes.

I want to lock that dazzling light in this dark, sunless house and let it rot away with me.

"Hey, Gu Zhun, can you hear me?"

Shen Beitang mustered her courage and pinched Gu Zhun's face hard.

Wow, that feels nice! I wonder which beauty salon you went to for your facial.

"I'm thinking about how to eat you."

Taking advantage of the darkness, Gu Zhun pinched Shen Beitang's cheek.

It's like when Lin Shuang was alive, she made me sweet osmanthus-flavored glutinous rice balls, they were so soft and fragrant.

"Can I take what you just said as a verbal threat?"

Shen Beitang warily distanced himself from Gu Zhun and threatened him.

"Let me tell you, verbal threats are a crime too."

If anyone else said that, she would just take it as playful banter between lovers.

But that person is Gu Zhun. Since he said it out loud, he must have already thought about where to bury you.

Moreover, the whole house was filled with an eerie atmosphere, like an airtight cage.

"Really? Then try calling the police now?" Gu Zhun approached step by step.

Shen Beitang was pushed back step by step, and after only a few steps, her body was pressed against the corner of the wall, with no way to retreat.

Gu Zhun showed no sign of stopping, his tall figure casting a shadow over the petite woman before him.

"Don't come any closer!"

Frightened, Shen Beitang reached out and pressed her hand against Gu Zhun's chest, screaming in terror.

After plotting for so long, is he finally going to turn on himself?

I should have listened to the police officer and not gone home with strangers.

Ms. Zhou, please remember to burn incense for yourself when you get back; there's no need to invite a monk...

With a "thud".

The blinding light made Shen Beitang unable to open her eyes for a moment, her hands still resting on Gu Zhun's chest.

Out of fear, Gu Zhun tore his clothes in front of his chest until they were somewhat deformed.

"I just turned on the light, what are you thinking?"

Gu Zhun looked at Shen Beitang with a teasing smile. It seemed that the little cat was quite wary.

Shen Beitang looked up. No wonder she hadn’t seen the switch. It was installed so high. What were short people supposed to do?

"Hehe, your light switch is really unique."

Shen Beitang chuckled dryly. At 163cm, she wasn't short, but even standing on tiptoe, she might not be able to touch him.

[Was it installed so high to prevent electricity theft? I really don't know how Gu Zhun's mother lived here. Was she also very tall?]

“My mother never needs to turn on the lights.”

Gu Zhun draped his suit jacket over the back of the chair, poured himself a glass of red wine, and slowly swirled it around.

No need to turn on the lights?

Shen Beitang didn't understand what he meant, but judging from Gu Zhun's expression, he didn't seem to want to continue the conversation.

"Why is nobody here?"

Logically speaking, the owner has been back for so long, yet neither the housekeeper nor the nanny came to greet him, and there was no food in the kitchen.

I remember there were quite a few servants when she came last time.

"There will be no living person in this house except me."

Gu Zhun pointed at Shen Beitang, "Oh right, now we'll add you to the list."

"Two people? Won't we starve to death?"

Shen Beitang didn't believe it, so he opened each room and looked inside. He couldn't find a single living mouse, let alone a person.

"No one's cooking, so what are we going to eat tonight?"

In the kitchen, the label on the wok was still on; it was so new that it reflected her face.

Gu Zhun was a little confused about Shen Beitang; he had just been so scared that he wanted to call the police.

Now she's fixated on food. Is delicious food more important to her than her life?

Gu Zhun opened the refrigerator, and every kind of food inside was neatly categorized; everything he could name was there.

"You can make whatever you want to eat."

Are you kidding me?

Shen Beitang had never seen such a shameless person, who actually asked the guests to cook for themselves.

Gu Zhun: "Do you think I'm joking? If we don't do it, we'll starve to death."

If she could, Shen Beitang would rather trade half of her good looks for her excellent cooking skills.

Other people's cooking smells so good it's deadly, but her cooking is deadly!

Gu Zhun untied his cuffs, rolled them up to his elbows, and secured them with leather armbands.

Standing in front of a row of knives, I carefully selected one, finally choosing the sharpest one to hold in my hand.

Shen Beitang was still studying the food in the refrigerator, trying to figure out how to cook it so that no one would die.

Looking up, he saw Gu Zhun expressionless, holding a knife, walking towards him step by step.

"Gu Zhun, you need to calm down. Think about your vast wealth. If you get arrested, you'll lose everything."

Gu Zhun ignored him, walked past Shen Beitang, and took a packaged chicken from the refrigerator.

"Spicy chicken or soup?"

Shen Beitang answered instinctively, "Spicy chicken."

Gu Zhun grunted in agreement and then selected some side dishes from the refrigerator.

Why do even the scenes of the villains cooking look so much like a murder scene...?

Gu Zhun wielded the knife with unparalleled skill, always able to pinpoint the exact joints.

With just a gentle lift of the knife, the skin and flesh are separated and cut into pieces the right size for eating.

Shen Beitang thought that even if Gu Zhun were to kill someone, he would probably do so with extraordinary elegance, as if he were performing a precise surgical operation.

Watching Gu Zhun cook is a pleasure; every frame is perfect, like a fashion editorial.

He transformed the greasy stove into a catwalk showcasing his arm lines.

Spicy chicken, stir-fried peas, and cabbage in broth.

"It smells so good, let me help you carry it."

At home, Ms. Zhou has been limiting her intake of carbohydrates and fried foods in order to help her maintain her weight.

It was a rare treat to be able to eat such strongly flavored spicy food, and Shen Beitang couldn't care less about anything else.

I took two sets of bowls and chopsticks from the cupboard, arranged them neatly, and waited patiently for dinner to begin.

Gu Zhun specially added glutinous rice to the rice and cooked it together, making the texture even more delicate.